Home for the helladays.



We'll be home for Christmas? Only in your dreams.

Yes, I know... we should do the decent, right? Be with our families, etc. Alas, technology makes clueless monkeys of us all. This horrible rust-bucket leftover from some forgotten interplanetary invasion we rented as transport during our interstellar tour has blown yet another gasket or some such thing, per our mad science advisor Mitch Macaphee. He used a lot of big words, none of which I'd ever heard before (though Matt was familiar with several of them... strange...). The upshot is, we're chugging along at subnormal speed, making our leisurely way back to Earth from the Kuiper Belt - last stop on the ENTER THE MIND: THE ULTIMATE BIG GREEN EXPERIENCE interstellar tour.

So... like my cat Macky, we're making the best of it. Marvin (my personal robot assistant) has fashioned a Christmas tree out of whatever was available. The mansized tuber has been coaxed out of his terrarium to serve as the aforementioned "whatever was available". John's playing "Oh, Holy Night" on his four-string banjo. (I keep singing "Oh, Holy Shit!" to annoy him, but still he is not annoyed.) Lincoln and Anti-Lincoln are dec'ing the halls with clumps of Neptunian seaweed, considered a delicacy on Titan and a form of currency in the Kuiper Belt. (If you're wondering how we were paid for all those performances on those tiny asteroids, wonder no more.) Yes, it's quite festive out here in deep space.

Me? I'm telling holiday stories to anyone who will listen. Thing is, no one will listen. Actually, as rock bands go, we've got a lot of holiday related material. There's our first album, 2000 Years To Christmas, of course, featuring 13 songs that use Christmas as raw material for songs that are about other things entirely. Few people know that that is the tip of the iceberg. During his salad days (i.e. back when he was rich enough to afford salad), Matt wrote and recorded about 60 or 70 songs themed on Christmas as cassette gifts for friends, relatives, etc. 2000 Years To Christmas is a sampler from that body of songs. Trust me, there are a lot more where that came from.

Fact is, we finished 16 songs for that project, so there are 3 unreleased numbers. One day ... maybe next Christmas ... you may find them under your tree. (Or under indictment.) In any case... have a happy.

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